Poetry, notes, and drawings by William Michaelian
this is so nice William, this is the tought of a very wise person, and this give me freedom an peace
Thank you, Laura. But of course freedom and peace are gifts you have given yourself.
Say it ain't so. Are we also defined by what we take? What we allow? What we treasure, what we trash? Ah but then...if I am defined by what I want... at certain moments, I am nothing but the bloom.
Well, Annie, I speak only for myself, and not as eloquently as the flower. It seems to me you already know the answers to your questions.
and i'm mystified by what i have been given....
Ugh. The thought is frightening.
Better mystified, Manik, than heedless....You too, Rosaria? Maybe we should try a different field.
Agony is born of desire: born is how I like to be.Thanks, William.Highly recommend Zelazny's Lord Of Light to you on this theme, if you find one and have the time.
And why do so many people find desire to be so ... distasteful? We must reach the stars, must awaken the Mother and become the spaceship! Or words to that effect. Short Form: Build God.
Oh, I can't shut up this morning. And you said it in so many less words, William! That's a sign of good poetry: other people try hard to express it and end up with paragraphs that can't do the job. Anyway, wanted to say: this is how the flower finds its nature, is by strife and wanting. And our nature...is free.
Morning! Snort. It's two. Shows what speed I move at. Out into the sun with me.
I second Laura!It is a peaceful verse. Thank you.
Fear not, Peter, it’s morning somewhere and always will be. Lord of Light does look interesting. Who knows — maybe I can scrounge it up around here at one of the used bookstores. As to everything else you said: yep; quite possibly; who knows; and thanks.Conrad, you’re welcome, and I thank you.
I've said it before and thought it many times, you really are very wise, and to capture that wisdom in such a striking yet simple image and hold it in beautiful words, is a wonderful thing. Thank you, William.( Oh , and your Grandma looks lovely, what a beautiful smile )
Isn’t she something, Isabelle? I’m glad you saw the photo.And oh, yes, wisdom: this time, at least, I was wise enough to let a flower do the talking for me.Thank you.
Two sides to this it seems to me - if you think of "want" as desire, an urge that drives us towards the things that appeal to us, moves us out of ourselves and closer to ourselves at the same time, it can be a positive thing, or it can be the kind of desire that consumes and wastes us. No, three sides: there is what we want as what we lack, which can also shape us in both negative and positive ways. Four, then. So much meaning, William, in such a beautiful economy of words.
What a beautiful, delightful reading. Thank you, Gabriella. What you see and say is true, it’s all there.
ERK! this is disconcerting. and my god, perhaps truthful? i feel a need to shush my wants before i even know them. what do i want?ERK!(((crickets)))i think, be careful of what you want. i know want as a creature, as a lascivious creep of my ego. i'd rather be defined by what i need. oh. i have to moderate my soul:)xoerin
Crickets, lascivious creeps, wants, needs. And yet, somehow, it’s all so wonderful.
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